About the Book
Destiny is never what you imagine.
Kayla Webber had been training to fight for the Light her entire life. Demons she could handle, but she'd been ill-prepared to come face to face with the man who haunted her dreams.
The time has come for Kaleb Warner to fulfill his shared destiny with Kayla. There's just one problem - she didn't realize he even existed.
Will Kaleb be able to convince Kayla to combine their gifts to fight against the Darkness, or will this star-crossed couple deny the truth in their hearts?
When they reached the creek edge which ran through the property where Kaleb lived they stopped, huffing and puffing from their efforts. Kayla glanced at Kaleb and he nodded. In silence, they picked up skipping stones, and proceeded to skim them across the water.
Did Dawn ever tell you the kissing hand story? Kayla directed her thoughts into Kaleb’s head.
Kaleb threw a rock into the middle of the creek, watching the ensuing splash, counting the ripples. Curious, he tilted his head and nodded at Kayla to continue.
Marabel said that when we have to leave people we can kiss their hand and then they carry our love with them.
Intrigued, Kaleb squinted at his friend. Really?
Kayla nodded. Uh-huh.
Does it work?
Marabel said so. She wouldn’t lie.
Kaleb sighed. I don’t want you to leave.
Kayla shrugged. I have to some times. So do you. We always come back.
Kaleb hung his head. I know. But I don’t like it when you’re gone.
Me neither. Kayla threw a rock as hard as she could to see how far it would go. She nodded in satisfaction when it almost reached the other side of the creek. Marabel keeps telling me I have things to learn. I don’t know what she means.
Something about work. Kaleb’s voice grumbled inside her head.
That’s all the grown-ups talk about—work, Love, Light. Kayla tilted her face up to the sun, eyes closed, absorbing the heat into her skin. I just wanna fly!
I know you do. Kaleb chuckled inside her head. One day.
Kayla opened her eyes, and threw herself at Kaleb, wrapping her tiny arms around him. He squeezed her tight in return.
Here. Kayla broke their embrace and took hold of Kaleb’s left hand. Lifting his palm to her lips, she placed a smooshy little girl kiss in the centre. I love you.
Kaleb did the same to her hand. I love you, Kayla.
She grinned. I know.
With matted hair as black as night, facial features twisted in an evil grin, eyes glowing red, a demon reached out a claw, poking the invisible force field with a jagged fingertip, causing a crackling sound to permeate the air.
“How long do you think this will hold?” he rasped before breaking out in maniacal laughter.
Kayla snorted in derision. Shadow, or the darkness that resided in all human beings, was full of clichés—night battles that fed into the fears of the human mind, ugly demons laughing like crazed maniacs.
“Long enough for me to kill you,” she quipped, wondering why she’d be faced with the likes of him since she’d been told tonight would be special. She’d battled worse during training. What’s the deal here?
He cocked his head to the side. “They send a little girl to fight me, and she hides behind magic.”
“Kiss my—” Wait a minute. There had been two pops which meant two demons. Where is he? Her intuition sensed someone behind her. Whirling on the spot, she sent out an extra energy burst to strengthen her shield.
Her heart pounded in her chest. “You!” She blinked in disbelief, her power wavering, shield faltering. It can’t be!
“Yes,” he growled. “Damn it . . . Hold your shield!”
Surprised by his command, Kayla sent another burst of energy from her hands. Taking in his bald head, smooth visage, and average height, her glance flicked over his black, fitted T-shirt, black jeans, and combat boots. She gulped, heart beating in an erratic rhythm. She stared into his eyes; eyes she’d seen in her dreams since she was a child. Kaleb.
“Better,” he muttered. “I thought you were prepared for this.”
His grumpy attitude got her back up. “I am prepared for him,” she retorted. “I wasn’t prepared for you. What are you doing…?” The energy bubble faltered along with her voice.
“Can we talk about this later?” he snapped, gesturing toward the demon still in front of her. “You’ve got a job to do!”
“You can’t save her!” the demon barked.
Kaleb peered around Kayla to address the demon. “It’s not my job to save her.”
The less than thrilled tone of his voice irritated Kayla. My hero. She stared at him again. I don’t believe it. In her visions, she and Kaleb had trained together. They’d had many conversations about anything and everything. She remembered other lifetimes with him where they were warriors, or children, or lovers. What was he doing here? She sent a plea to the Lord and Lady he wasn’t a demon and she had to kill him.
“I’m not a demon,” he stated, his mouth set in a grim line.
“Later.” He waved a hand in front of her. “Aren’t you supposed to be a little too busy right now to talk?”
In an attempt to ignore him, she turned away from him, and focused her attention on the demon. He’s right. No time to figure this out now. She’d meditate on it later.
With a swift, practiced movement, Kayla plucked a blade from the waist band of her skirt and flicked the knife at him, hitting him square between the eyes.
The demon screamed, stumbling back, clutching at the weapon embedded in his forehead. With a roar, he ripped the blade out of his flesh, a sickening squelch accompanying the motion.
Kayla swallowed hard. Mortal weapons couldn’t defeat a supernatural being of his nature. They were only meant to slow down the demon until she could use her power on him. Stay calm. You can do this. However, Kaleb’s presence had her questioning her ability to handle the situation. Is this a test? She straightened her spine. Test or no test, she had a job to do.
Tossing the blade to the side, the monster swiped at her with elongated claws. A zing resounded in the still night air as he penetrated the shield in front of her.
“Stay strong!” Kaleb ordered.
Grimacing, Kayla arched back, reaching for a dagger hidden inside her right boot. Brandishing the weapon, she ducked under the paw swipe of the demon, then drove the blade into his abdomen.
A screech rent the air as she withdrew the blade, and sliced open his thigh. The demon dropped to one knee, clutching at his wounds.
“Are you done slicing and dicing?” Kaleb growled from behind her.
Who the hell does he think he is? “A little help would be nice,” she muttered.
“This isn’t my fight.”
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